THIRTY MINUTES LATER
Georgia pushed open the door to her hotel room and stepped inside, her arms full of shopping bags. The door closed with a soft thud behind her.
“Finally,” she muttered, dropping the bags on the bed one by one with a sigh.
She stood for a second, just breathing. The soft hum of the air conditioner and the quiet buzz of the city outside the window filled the room. Georgia looked around her room, It was calm in here. Peaceful. A sharp contrast to what had happened at the boutique earlier.
She sat at the edge of the bed and let out a deep breath.
“I did good,” she said to herself. “Didn’t slap her. Didn’t curse. Just walked away.”
But the more she thought about Bonnie’s smirk and her voice that was filled with mockery, the more her fingers itched.
“I’ll deal with h
